American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In a spacious loft in downtown Los Angeles, a man in a robe and dark glasses sat on the sofa, a glass of milk in his hand, his eyes wide.

On the seventy-inch mega-screen, breaking news was unfolding.

“…This morning, a massive explosion occurred in the Green Valley Villa District of Atlanta. A top-tier villa was destroyed, resulting in a dozen or so casualties. As of now, the police have not released the cause of the incident, but this station has obtained some shocking information through other channels.

The owner of the villa is Avery Bills, the founder and CEO of Bills Corporation. Recently, a new drug from Bills and a drug from Jetdara Corporation had overlapping molecular formulas, causing a major dispute. A court date had been set for three weeks from now.

But with Bills' accidental death, the plaintiff has vanished. We can't help but wonder if this incident is related to vested interests.

The robe-clad man squinted: "What's the name of the platform you found this time?"

"High Table! They are very well hidden. Judging from the network traces, they seem to have been around for several years, but our intelligence network had not found any trace of them before.

Coupled with their methods, I suggest you don't contact them again in the future. These people are very dangerous."

"Perhaps!" The robe-clad man said casually, "But danger always coexists with opportunity! Since we've encountered such formidable strength, we shouldn't let it go!

Have someone collect information about the High Table. I have a feeling that this unfamiliar name holds many interesting stories.

If there's an opportunity, we can cooperate again!"

The white-haired butler was expressionless. He bowed slightly and replied blandly, "I understand. I'll take care of it!"

This incident was just the opening shot for Qi Shan. After a large number of Tomie disguises, they were deployed all over the world, like deadly chess pieces, creating more than 100 headless cases in just two days.

These operatives were either high-profile or stealthy, assassinating openly or secretly.

Regardless of their identity or distance, as long as a person's name appeared on the platform and someone paid a 50% deposit, their head would be moved within two days.

With the success of each assassination, the name of the High Table gradually darkened and spread throughout the network.

New clients came by word of mouth, no longer posting bounties online, but directly handing them over to the High Table.

Coupled with Ace's hype, one part real tasks mixed with nine parts fluff, easily creating a lively platform.

Gradually, Qi Shan's account really started generating revenue, and more and more of it.

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Four Seasons Hotel, downtown. Polaris and Sonia pushed open the door and walked directly to the front desk.

A black man in a well-fitting suit calmly watched Polaris walk up to him and nodded slightly: "Miss Dane, how can I help you?"

"Lawrence, if I remember correctly, that's how it's said!"

Polaris took out a gold coin and gently placed it on the counter. "I want to open a special account!"

A glint flashed in the black man's eyes: "Miss Dane, I hope you're not joking! Special accounts are different from regular accounts. Their spending requirements are more than ten times higher."

"I brought it!"

Polaris took out a small box and placed it directly on the counter.

The black man opened it and saw four neat rows of gold coins, exactly eighty!

The black man locked the small box and put it away.

He picked up an old-fashioned telephone, slid three keys, waited a few seconds, and said, "Notify the business department to send someone to the conference room."

Then he put down the receiver, walked out of the counter, and extended his right hand forward: "Miss Dane, please come with me!"

Polaris and her companion followed behind.

Sonia cautiously looked around and whispered, "Lorna, are you sure this will work? That's eight million! We went to great lengths to exchange it from an underground bank, and we're just giving it away like that?"

Polaris said calmly, "To us, money is just a number! Besides, given our organization's current situation, we can't face the Sentinel Services head-on.

Asking the High Table for help is the only way!"

The elevator went straight to the third floor. The black man stopped in front of a door, gently opened it, and gestured for Polaris and her companion to enter.

The two walked in, the black man bowed slightly, and slowly closed the door.

The conference room was luxuriously decorated, without bookshelves, bonfires, or round sofas, and none of the oppressive atmosphere of the Mafia.

Instead, it had the feeling of a futuristic office, filled with electronic products and virtual projections.

There were even fish projected on the walls, moving fast and slow, agile and lively, as if they were real.

Both were somewhat surprised and looked around when a man walked in from a door inside.

"Miss Dane! It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ulric, and I'm in charge of your special account. You can tell me directly what you need!"

Polaris sized him up.

He was a typical white man, seemingly with some Russian ancestry. His pupils were sky blue, and under the backdrop of his fair skin and three-dimensional features, he was simply breathtakingly handsome.

Sonia widened her eyes on the spot, almost whistling.

Ulric extended his hand, and the three sat opposite each other on the sofa.

Polaris took out a few photos from her pocket and said, "I hope you can rescue these four friends of mine! They were captured by the Sentinel Services some time ago and should now be held in the headquarters prison."

Ulric took the photos, glanced at them briefly, and nodded: "Understood! Given your membership status, for the price of 80 gold coins, we can send people to try three times! When the number of casualties exceeds 80, we have the right to abandon this mission, and the gold coins will not be returned!

Miss Dane, how does this proposal sound to you?"

"Agreed!"

"Then we will give you the first reply within a week!"